…the girl in the yellow dress…

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Ahh, but you have come here expecting to find out who I am and what this is. It’s the part where I am supposed to tell you my age and occupation and whether or not I’m happily married. I’m going to disappoint you. I don’t know how to condense all the facets of myself into a few short paragraphs. What parts are more important?

This blog is an eclectic collection of thoughts.

I always hated those ‘self discovery’ journeys that seem to happen when people hit a certain age, and yet…here I am. I hope my words will speak to you as I brush off the dust to see what lies beneath. If you come seeking uplifting messages, I may not always deliver. I am messy and complicated. I feel too much and bruise too easily. But there is always light.

I asked my friends to help me name this blog and one of my friends wrote, “Wren. I’ve always remembered you as Wren. ‘Most wrens are small and rather inconspicuous, except for their loud and often complex songs.'” And so, it was. But I also wanted something to signify rebirth because over the last two years I have destroyed myself in spectacular fashion – stripped to bare bones – and so I truly felt I was transformed. Renaissance Wren.